(Portrait of Warren as WhAnglo Assemblage) 1745, Brits stomp Charlie at Culloden. SCOTS Diaspora that breeds overseers in Ireland and provides rites and regalia for the Klu Klux Klan. Can't go back. My ethnic heritage is now a tourist attraction (Victoria's fault) country club decor (Victoria's vault) and a hamburger chain. Guess I'll just be WhAnglo. (Pipes drone Amazing Grace in the background, now remastered as an anthem of WhAnglo melancholy). Freud claims melancholy is the incorporation of what's lost, even though it wasn't really there in the first place, the fantasmatic homeworld of other's unity. Camp up ethnicity instead of purchasing racial privilege with anonymity. White men can't jump & can't dance, but WhAnglos whanglo.

This project was originally inspired by Neal Stephenson's The Diamond Age, a post-cyberpunk novel that does an admirable job treating race as ethnicity but then blows it by falling into a Yellow Peril Motif. It finds its theoretical basis in an irresponsible application of the the ideas of Giles Deleuze and Felix Gauttari.